Wild goose chase
11:11 p.m.
Now I hate WaI*mart, I boycott it on principle, and it was only under duress and a deep-seated desire to find this particular cleanser that I even went out there this morning, braving blustery winds, frigid temperatures and not optimal driving conditions. It is located off the highway, quite a ways from where I live, takes a fair bit of gas to get out there, as well as time, but I made the trip, only to come away more or less empty handed because the product I desired so badly was not there. It wasn’t with the cosmetics, or the pharmaceuticals, the regular soaps, the household cleaning supplies or the automotive cleansers. I was not amused.
Not only did I not find what I was looking for, I got lost coming out of the parking lot, heading on the wrong highway in the wrong direction, losing more time and wasting more gas, and I had to pee. When I finally got to where I was intending to go, C0stc0, I spent over $200, but still didn’t get my hand cleaner.
Hubby is off to San Antonio tomorrow for five days of guest composer stuff, so I have to rise bright and early to take him to the bus station. Toodles.
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